The Song of the Shell

I have spilled all of it out, it seems Shushed it away Now I stare at it like you would some black-and-white photo I’m soldiering on I can’t find the field I don’t want this weapon I’ve lost myself But holding onto me wasn’t in the plans I’ve blanched my dreams When I speak marshmallows fall out of my mouth I’m dimmed, muted Placed in a different world again I’m okay, though I’m in-through a wondering sky I’ll find you again As my feet drift by And tap you on the forehead You snap my strings And I may tackle you to the ground Good for the both of us I am the black falling light rushing out of tomorrow’s dream I am your favorite sorcerer who forced the mirror upon you Revealing you as the great one With what wounds we are Cascading, cascading I know you, my love My heart runs wild at the thought of your return